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Basic info
Name: Sorcha Valkyr
Age: 19
Birthday: 4/19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5ft 7in
Weight: 135
Face Claim: Izetta - Izetta the Last Witch
Stats
STR:4
DEF:2
RES:2
SPT:4
Aura 180|120 HP
Personality
Major: Combat
Likes: Theater, Shiny baubles, Fairy Tales, Achieving a Goal,
Dislikes: Incompetence, Computers, Loud personalities (that she can't control)
Fears: Failure, Being Bound, Rats
Talent: Acting/Persuasion
Weakness Computer Wizard (Even her scroll causes her problems)
Overall Personality: Sorcha appears to be a very bright and friendly young woman, and for the most part she can be. But do not let this be the only part of her that you see, for this girl who hails from Atlus furthers her own goals before anyone else's. The most common face that Sorcha shows is the one that people want to see, modest, thoughtful, and kind. But beneath this she is a cunning and manipulative, often choosing the people she is around by what they can offer her rather than who they are.
Sorcha's main trait is her ambition. She pushes herself harder than anyone else could inspire her to be the best possible. She does not impose upon herself the desire to be the best ever, that goal is unrealistic and she knows it. What Sorcha does wish to do however is find the very limits of what she is capable.
When the mood strikes her, Sorcha can be very stubborn and argumentative. At her worst she can be downright hostile, but this requires a bit of effort to drag out of her normal facade.
Abilities
Aura type: Healing
Aura Color: Gold
Semblance: Shooting Star (Attack and Spirit Buff)- Sorcha creates a small silver and gold glowing sphere that falls from the sky, causing an explosion on the first thing that it contacts. The Semblance actually launches her aura upwards first, so with some training Sorcha may be able to fire the stars in different directions. After the semblance collides with something, Sorcha can put more aura into it to sustain it in a much smaller sphere. For an unknown reason the light from this sustained star increases the potency of dust in the vicinity.
Item 1: A pair of white gloves that hold a couple of secrets. Firstly they have small studs of metal in various places to help increase the damage of Sorcha's strikes. Secondly attached to the wrist section of the gloves is a housing for dust vials, allowing her to enhance her attacks with elemental properties.
Item 2: Rank 1 Dust license and Wind Dust.
History and Sample
- History:
- Sorcha was born in the great Kingdom of Atlus, the daughter of a high ranking military officer. Growing up on that cold hunk of ice was never really boring for the lady, but she also felt that there was something missing from her life. This was probably due to the fact that she was kept sheltered away in the cities, behind the walls and protected by the soldiers from every hardship that she would have to face out in one of the settlements.
Often Sorcha would go out into the city, to parties and meetings with her mother in lieu of her father, to further the family name. It was at these that she was almost required to take some interest into the social politics, however boring that she found them. All the people with their uninteresting lives, and uninteresting stories, but Sorcha kept up with her own act. Shew would do this for years, so many years of keeping up a false face made it habitual, even when her own heart was the complete opposite of what was shown.
The moments that saved Sorcha the most were when her father was home. He would regal her with stories of hunting Grimm and bandits, of military camaraderie and of technology that sounded like the stories she would listen to right before bed. During these rare retreats from his occupation, Sorcha's father would drill her into hand to hand combat. He would always explain that the reason she was learning was not to help battle on the front lines, but because he could not always be there to protect her from the two faced people that dotted Atlus. Unaware that his own daughter was becoming one of those same people.
Sorcha's reasons for coming to Syne were simple, her father had fallen in the battle at Beacon, or so she was told. As a result, Sorcha's mother no longer wished to stay in Atlus due to the grief, and the two of them moved to Bellmuse.
At the beginning of the newest term at Syne, Sorcha enrolled, against the wishes and worries of her mother. The Academy was the best bet on gaining the skills that she wanted, even if the dangers of a small Academy were possibly greater than she could have realized.
- RP Sample:
Sweat steamed off the young woman's brow as she danced amidst a flurry of wooden blades. The cold air chilled the skin on her arms as she moved into an open palm strike against the instructor. Sorcha felt her arm battered to the side, the back of her left shoulder now exposed. With a twirl she twisted into a kick, but one that only connected with air. Her teacher was nowhere to be seen. Cautiously she lowred into a defensive stance, arms raised and elbows tucked in to cover her face and torso. Looking around quickly to find where her instructor went.
The world flipped itself over as Sorcha's feet were swept out from under. In response the girl twisted and rolled away, flipping back to her feet at the first opportunity. Sorcha did not know where the strike came from, but now that the man who was training her was again in front she had a target. Quickly the huntress in training accelerated herself towards the man who crouched with his two swords raised. But with a stomp the white clad girl twisted her body as she flipped a small switch to let the dust flow. A blast of compressed air flew from her palms, crashing into and cracking a wooden pillar on the other side of the room. Again her instructor was gone.
"What did I tell you about using dust?" She heard behind her, the gravely voice of the middle aged Huntsman scratching at the eardrums. Something pressed against Sorcha's back, sending her sprawling to the ground. The old fool had just kicked her with that dirt encrusted boot of his, and it really started to tick the girl off. "Again." Said the instructor. "And no dust this time."
